Wow. You know what's really fun? Getting caught in the rain. Or better yet, getting caught in a terrential downpour!
I get on the bus to come home yesterday and it starts to rain. It wasn't too bad so I'm thinking if it starts to get worse I'll call LA and have her pick me up. And then it started to POUR. So I grab my trusty cellphone out of my bag and call home. Busy signal. "Crap. She's on the internet." I wait a few minutes and I try it again hoping that she might have disconnected. Still busy. "Super." So I get to my stop, step off the bus and brave the weather.
By the time I had stepped off the crub to cross the street, I had already gotten water down my sleve, swallowed by a puddle and felt the dampness through my underware. So then by the time I'd got to the top of the hill my pants were so wet they were sticking to my legs... and then it was just funny. So I'm walking along thinking about how stupid I must look to all the people passing me in their dry cars, when I'm stopped by what I thought was a large puddle. My mistake- It was a small lake! I looked up to discover that the street was actually flooded. "Can't go over it... Can't go around it.... Can't go under it.... Might as well go through it!" After trudging through the water Donald Duck decided to take up residence in my shoes. That's when I really started to laugh.
There's nothing quite like being greeted at the door with a nice dry towel!
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